No Boys Allowed

Genre

F/F Erotica

Blurb

Three sexy Sapphic tales from the pen of Lucy Felthouse:

No Boys Allowed
When Leigh goes to meet with some potential housemates in a sought-after part of London, all she’s interested in is making a good impression. The last thing she’s expecting is to find out that one of the girls is a lesbian, like her. Kacey’s not home yet, but when she arrives, Leigh knows one thing for sure: she’s smitten. But will her feelings be reciprocated?

Something in Common
Nerd and amateur photographer Justine is partaking of one of her favourite pastimes—visiting a historical site—when she bumps into Amber. It turns out they’re both equally enthusiastic about exploring stately homes, abbeys, stone circles and the like—and their surprise at meeting someone with similar interests leads them on another adventure together, which doesn’t end at the site.

Little Miss Goody Two Shoes
Izzy and her girlfriend are visiting a beautiful stately home in the British countryside. Taking a stroll around the garden, Izzy’s shocked to see a statue of a female—totally naked. Her girlfriend, astounded that Izzy is such a prude and a Little Miss Goody Two Shoes, proceeds to show her just what fun can be had in a country garden with a statue to hide them from prying eyes.

Word count: 8,530

Excerpt

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Leigh checked her reflection in the glass of the street door before pressing the button corresponding to the relevant flat. Her hair and makeup had survived the stuffy and crowded Tube journey, thankfully. She was eager to make a good impression on her potential flatmates—this was an exclusive area, and rooms didn’t come up too often. Therefore living here was something she wanted very badly.

After a second or two, the speaker crackled into life, and a female voice said, “Hello?”

“Hi,” she replied, “I’m here about the room. I’m Leigh.”

“Oh, hi,” the voice sounded more enthusiastic now, “come on up.”

The buzzer sounded, and Leigh pushed the door quickly and went inside. She looked at the sign on the wall that indicated which flats were where, and made her way up a flight of stairs and along a wide corridor, towards the one she was hoping to live in.

Arriving at the correct door, she knocked on it. She heard noises from inside, the shuffling of feet and footsteps across the floor. Then a pause—perhaps the person on the other side of the door was checking her out through the peephole. Instinctively, she pulled and tugged at her clothes, making sure they were looking their best. Finally, the door opened. A tall, slim blonde stood behind it and she smiled at Leigh and stuck out her hand.

“Hi,” the blonde said, “I’m Keira. It’s nice to meet you.”

Leigh took her hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you too, Keira. Thanks for seeing me.”

They disengaged, then Keira stepped back and gestured Leigh inside the flat. “No problem. I hope this visit can be mutually beneficial.”

Leigh smiled. “Me too.” Her grin widened when she looked around the room. The building itself was deceptive from the front. It looked quite small, but it seemed that although it was quite narrow from left to right, its depth more than made up for it. She stood in a large, beautifully decorated open plan living room, dining room and kitchen. It was tidy—though she suspected that the occupants had cleaned up before her arrival—with lots of natural light and all the mod cons. She loved it already, and she hadn’t even seen the rest of the place yet.

“You like?” Keira asked.

“So far, I’m very impressed.”

“Well, that’s great. Let me show you the rest of the rooms, then we can sit down and have a chat over a cup of tea.”

Leigh nodded her agreement, then followed the blonde as she moved towards the first of five doors which led off the open plan area.